Fred Brophy is an institution; he runs the last boxing tent in the world, or so he claims. A tent where amateurs can volunteer to box a few rounds against some pretty mean professional boxers. It's where you can see a 120 kgs farm hand being floored in the first round by a feather weight champion.
Two guys, dressed up as super heroes, volunteer to box a tag-team match. Fred tells them 'You're laughing now, but you won't be in a minute, I can tell you that!'. And indeed, within 30 seconds both of them have bleeding noses and are not laughing. Within 45 seconds one falls to the ground semi-KO. The crowd cheers and yells. The match is over.
Next up is one of two brothers drunk out of his mind, he has a hard time standing at all. The crowd expects them to go down in the first 4 seconds... it takes 2 seconds. But what's this? He stands up, BANG! nope, he's down again... Alcohol keeps him going, because he tries again... Boom, BOOM... Down he goes again.The crowd now yells: 'Stay down mate! don't get up!'.
Unfortunately this is not the brightest kid in town and he stands up again. The professional boxer is getting annoyed and bestows a salvo of uppercuts on the unfortunate cowboys chin, followed by volley of punches to the head. This would have floored a horse. But... to the amazement of the crowd the kid stands up again... Fred looks puzzled and ends the match.
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